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Chapter 129 — What He Chose First

Author: Spli_vena
last update publish date: 2026-08-06 01:09:38

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Callum

He drove to Donald's house first.

Not because he'd decided anything. Because the housekeeper's number was already saved under a name he hadn't picked yet, and some part of him understood that showing up late would raise more questions than showing up at all.

Donald was waiting in the study, standing rather than sitting, which told Callum something before either of them said a word.

"What did she tell you."

"Nothing." The lie came fast, faster than he expected of himself. "S
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  • The wife I swore I’d never be    Chapter 129 — What He Chose First

    . Callum He drove to Donald's house first. Not because he'd decided anything. Because the housekeeper's number was already saved under a name he hadn't picked yet, and some part of him understood that showing up late would raise more questions than showing up at all. Donald was waiting in the study, standing rather than sitting, which told Callum something before either of them said a word. "What did she tell you." "Nothing." The lie came fast, faster than he expected of himself. "She wouldn't press anything while I was in the room. I think she's more careful than either of us gave her credit for." Donald studied him for a long moment. "You were up there twenty minutes." "She doesn't communicate quickly, sir. You saw that yourself this morning." Something in Donald's face eased, just slightly, and Callum understood, watching it happen, that the lie had landed. He also understood, in the same breath, exactly how thin the ice under it actually was. "I need you to k

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